Woohoo! I got part 4 up at the same time! Yay me! An epilogue to a PWP.
Who'da thunk it. Mild sap, slight slap-Wufei-upside-the-head- for-being-such-a-pessimist
angst, and faint innuendo. More inane footnotes --TJ needs sleep.

Dirty Dreams +
Epilogue

Six days later, Wufei
returned to the safe house from a week- long surveillance mission. He
slipped in quietly, knowing everyone else should be asleep, and made his
way silently down the hall. He paused at his own door, hand on the knob;
then, slowly, he moved on to Duo's.

The last morning he'd spent here was fresh in his mind. It had been simply
wonderful, waking slowly to find himself tangled with a still-soundly-sleeping
Duo, realizing anew that the previous night had not been some vivid dream.
He fondly recalled kissing the other boy awake, touching him gently, exploring,
caressing; tearing himself away reluctantly when Yuy's voice had sounded
at the door.

And then at breakfast the missions had come in, dispatching Barton and
Yuy to eliminate a nearby Oz facility and himself to gather intelligence
from another. He'd prepared to set out immediately.

Duo had found him as he gathered what he would need from his room. The
braided boy had come in silently, slid his arms around Wufei's neck, and
kissed him softly. "Come see me as soon as you get back," he'd
said quietly. "I want to know you're safe."

Taken somewhat by surprise, Wufei had simply nodded, warmth flooding through
him at the knowledge that someone actually cared on a personal level whether
he lived or died.

But during the week he'd been gone, he'd begun to doubt. No one had ever
wanted him before; why should things be different now? Duo may have come
to his senses in the time that had passed. Maybe what they had shared
would turn out to be merely a one-night stand after all. He hoped not;
but optimism was something he'd always found difficult to maintain.

Still, Duo had been the one to initiate their rendezvous, and
had asked to see him as soon as he returned. So, taking a deep breath,
he knocked on the braided pilot's door.

There was no answer.

He tried again, with the same result; attempting to turn the knob, he
found it locked.

So much for that.

Telling himself that it was equally as likely that Duo was dead asleep
as not interested in seeing him, he ignored the pangs of disappointment
he felt and retreated to his own room. He flicked on the light and turned
to close the door. It was as he was clicking the lock into place that
he heard someone stirring in the bed behind him.

He whirled, crouching, berating himself for being caught off guard(1)
even as a sleepy voice reached his ears. "'Fei? `S that you?"(2)

The groggy figure of Duo sat up in his bed, absently rubbing at one bleary
violet eye and managing to look about five years old by doing so. Wufei
rose from his defensive position, delighted but somewhat mystified. "Duo?"
he asked softly,(3) moving forward; and the braided boy cracked into a
radiant half-asleep smile.

"You're back," he said, and covered a yawn with one pale hand.
"Been waitin' for ya."

"Why?" Wufei was aware he sounded perfectly inane but couldn't
stop the question before it was out.

"Why not?" Duo had both eyes open now, still smiling. He laid
back on his elbow, drawing Wufei's attention to the fact that he didn't
appear to be wearing any clothing, and patted the mattress beside him.
"Come to bed?"

Wufei's doubts were forgotten. How could he have thought so little of
Duo? Didn't he know the boy better than that? He allowed himself to smile
and leaned down, gently claiming the American's lips as Duo reached up
to caress the back of his neck. "I need to shower first," he
murmured against the other boy's mouth, gratified to feel the smile that
curved beneath his touch.

"Take your time," Duo answered. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

Wufei pulled back gently and turned away, crossing to the bathroom. He
was smiling to himself as he shut the door. Duo still wanted him, still
wanted to explore whatever had started between them.